You showed me what it was like to love. What the world could be like, if

James, pull over, I want to kiss you.

If you lose, there's the devil to pay.

I'm with you, my angel.

There is nothing frightening in the dark if you just face it.

And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place, and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against...

People feel with their hearts, Ellen: and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

He's more myself than I am

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words?

Let me take the freedom to ask how he manages to live without books.

In secret pleasure - secret tearsThis changeful life has slipped away

Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.

I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.

It's no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,' she muttered.

Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous

She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too brightly for this world.

Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine -- If he love with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years, as I...

You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.

Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.

What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.

Existence, after losing her, would be hell

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.

How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be - that proves I love him better than myself.

I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable." "Because you are not fit to go there," I answered. "All sinners would be miserable in heaven.

The thing that irks me most is this shattered prison, after all. I'm tired, tired of being enclosed here. I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly...

I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever...